These chamber walls will me to hush,
yet they continue their perpetual thrumming
in a manner most soporific
as they beckon that I approach
'listen, ' they whisper, 'hear it now? '
The alcove's windows are thrust agape
and outside them the sound grows
shaped by people and places
of which I'll never know
to which I'll never go
Surely, It's the houses I'll never live in
the expensive cars I'll never drive
and the friends I'll never meet
At this I reply:
'Ah yes, this is how the world sounds.
This is all that makes it up; this is all that it is.'
Nika McGuin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-as-seen-by-lazarus/
